Not even thinking about it, I pushed his chest down so he was lying flat on the bed and pulled his briefs all the way down to his ankles, exposing that fantastic cock that had tortured me many times in the Bourbon Room.

Straddling Jett’s Legs, I grabbed a hold of his hands and pinned them to his sides and started to lower my head.

“Goldie, don’t,” Jett said, abruptly, shocking me a bit.

“What? Why?” I asked self-consciously.

“You don’t have to do that. I wasn’t playing fair.”

“Do you not want me to suck your cock?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No,” he shook his head. “I want nothing more than for your perfect lips to be wrapped around me, but I don’t want you to do anything you told yourself you wouldn’t.”

I pulled away for a second and studied him. “You know, I like this new sensitive Jett, where you talk to me and express your feelings, but right now, with your erection playing tiddlywinks with your belly button, I kind of want the dominant man.”

“You can’t have both,” Jett answered honestly, shaking me out of the cock-induced stupor I was in.

“What do you mean I can’t have both?”

“I can’t be both for you, Goldie. If I’m dominant, then I’m going to be cold and unresponsive…”

“No,” I shook my head and interrupted him. “Not acceptable. That is not true at all. There have been plenty of times when you’ve been sweet and endearing in the bedroom, don’t give me that bullshit.”

“It’s not a switch I can turn on and off.”

“Jett, I’m not asking for you to cry when we come at the same time; I’m asking you to share with me when we’re sharing and I’m asking you to be the fucking man I want when I need him. It’s not an either-or type of situation.” I pulled away and shook my head. “Maybe this was a bad idea.”

“What do you want from me?” Jett asked, as he pulled up his briefs. “I’m trying to be the man you want me to be.”

“I want you to be you,” I said honestly. “I want you to be exactly who you are, but not afraid to tell me things, to open up to me.”

“That’s not who I am,” Jett said sharply, as he ran his hands through his hair. “I’m afraid, Goldie. I’m so fucking afraid.”

“Why?” I asked, feeling exhausted.

“Because I’m fucking in love with you,” Jett said with his back turned toward me.

Everything in the room turned dark and all I saw was the silhouette of Jett Colby, looking away and looking almost pained.

His back moved up and down with his breath as I tried to comprehend the monumental moment that had just transpired between us. I wanted to jump on the bed and smack my tits together in joy, but knew that wasn’t quite appropriate. So, instead, I carefully crawled toward him and wrapped my arms around his stomach.

Exhaling, Jett wrapped his arms around mine and allowed me to pull him closer. Lightly, I pressed my lips against his while my hands cradled his face, letting him know I wasn’t going anywhere.

I felt the light pressure of his fingers grip my hips in almost a needy manner, like he needed me to prove to him that everything was going to be okay. Well, I had no fucking problem with that.

Placing one last kiss on his lips, I pulled away and ran my hands down the front of my body until they reached the hem of my tank top. Like the seductress I was, I deliberately took my time gripping my tank top and moving it off my body until I exposed my breasts and dropped the tank top to the side. Jett’s eyes were fixed on mine until he couldn’t take it anymore, then he took his time perusing my half-naked body.

My nipples were hard…just from his stare, they were ready to pop right the fuck off. My nipples had always been a fan of Jett, and tonight was no exception.

Needing to be naked for him, I took off my shorts and tossed those to the side as well. Jett cleared his throat as I moved closer to him and wrapped one hand around the back of his neck and straddled his lap, allowing my knees to hold my weight as I used Jett as my personal stripper pole.

With my signature movement, I started to rotate my hips just right so I was stroking his hardened length perfectly. I looked down at Jett, whose eyes were fixed on my exposed lower half, watching my every movement. He was biting his lip, as if trying to hold in obscenities that wanted to escape.

His hands glided up my thighs, making me moan out loud; it was a movement I couldn’t act like didn’t affect me because once his hands finished moving up my thighs, they hovered right above my heated core. My pussy was throbbing, fucking throbbing, begging for the man, needing there to be no material between us.

When I thought his hands were going to work their way down south, they actually travelled north, up my sides, lightly gliding over my ribs and just under my breasts, where his fingers played with the soft and sensitive skin.

Fuck me.

He made small movements, movements that didn’t seem like much, but between the combination of my pussy rubbing against his dick and his small touches, I was about to scream in frustration. I wanted it all; I didn’t want to be teased.

Needing more, I ran my other hand down his stomach and to the waistband of his briefs. I pulled away for a second, so I could release him from his confines, but before I could grab ahold of what I really wanted, Jett flipped me on the bed and straddled my body so he could hover above me.

“How wet are you?” he asked, in that dominant voice I craved.

“Very,” I said in a breathless heroine-type voice that you only hear in fifties movies.

Scanning my body, he took a deep breath and asked, “Do you want this?”

“More than anything.”

“The whole package? Everything that’s fucked up about me. You want this?”

“Yes,” I nodded my head and placed my hand on his cheek. “I want this.”

With a curt nod, Jett grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. “Do not fucking move those, do you hear me?”

I was pretty sure my “burning loins” heard him and submitted.

I watched as the man pulled off his briefs and tossed them on the floor. Oh, hell yes, this is what I needed; this is what we needed. Fuck talking right now, we needed to talk with our bodies.

Jett’s mouth found mine in a frenzy of heated passion. He kissed with force, with meaning, with the idea that this was it, we were it for each other. His lips were to the point of bruising mine; he was so rough, so possessive, but I wanted it, I wanted him to brand me, to make me his. I needed the reassurance.

Yes, we still had things we needed to talk about. Jett still had issues he needed to work through, but I was positive we could work through them together.

So much for my no sex policy. That lasted a good couple of hours. I have so much willpower it’s overwhelming…not.

His hands ran up my arms and then back down, sending chills up my spine. His fingers grazed the sides of my breasts, making a world of wet flow between my legs. With one small touch, he had me wiggling in place, searching for him to take me.

His hands continued a journey down my sides to my hips, where they rested and pulled them up. He moved forward ever so slightly so the tip of his cock just barely grazed my pussy. I wanted to fucking scream, to grab his dick and shove it inside of me, but that would mean moving my arms, and hell if I was going to do that. So, instead, I let him torture me.

Releasing my lips, he pulled up and looked down at me with the sexiest smile I had ever seen, like he was showing me how beyond happy he was that I was his. I watched in fascination as he grabbed his cock and started moving it up and down my slickness, gathering it all at the tip of his cock. He tortured my clit with small movements, little thrusts until I screamed.

“God! Please,” I begged, on the verge of happy tears. I just wanted him, I wanted to feel him inside of me; there was nothing I wanted more.